Pink Quotes

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Beth Fantaskey
“I like pink."
Lucius sniffed. "It's just red's sorry, weak cousin.”
Beth Fantaskey, Jessica's Guide to Dating on the Dark Side

Vera Nazarian
“Sunrise paints the sky with pinks and the sunset with peaches. Cool to warm. So is the progression from childhood to old age.”
Vera Nazarian, The Perpetual Calendar of Inspiration

“Pink isn't just a color it's an Attitude too!”
Miley Cyrus

Sanober  Khan
“...and so many colors
I will have seen...
the menacing greys
and pine greens
the soft pink and purples
of spring
and summer blue
and so many others
without you.”
Sanober Khan, A touch, a tear, a tempest

Karen Marie Moning
“I would wear pink because I knew my future was anything but rosy. I would accessorize myself to the hilt, and I would wear flirty shoes because my world needed more beauty to counter all the ugliness in it. I would wear pink because I hated gray, I didn’t deserve white, and I was sick of black.”
Karen Marie Moning, Bloodfever

Rick Riordan
“Silena appeared out of the woods, her sword drawn. Her Aphrodite armour was pink and red, colour coordinated to match her clothes and makeup. She looked like Guerilla Warfare Barbie.”
Rick Riordan, The Demigod Files

C. JoyBell C.
“Pink is a beautiful color, because it is one of the colors that the sun makes at twilight and in the dawns.”
C. JoyBell C.

“I can turn heartbreak into songs that help other people”
P nk

Elizabeth Gaskell
“She stood by the tea-table in a light-coloured muslin gown, which had a good deal of pink about it. She looked as if she was not attending to the conversation, but solely busy with the tea-cups, among which her round ivory hands moved with pretty, noiseless, daintiness.”
Elizabeth Gaskell, North and South

Magenta Periwinkle
“As for me I will follow the path of the pink bunnies.”
Magenta Periwinkle

Natsuki Takaya
“OH KYO KUN! Isn't it said that eating pink noodles turns you into a horny pervert?!”
Natsuki Takaya, Fruits Basket, Vol. 8

“When you have been killed as many times as I have, you get used to it.”
Peter Sellers

Ocean Vuong
“That was the day I learned how dangerous a color can be. That a boy could be knocked off that shade and made to reckon his trespass. Even if color is nothing but what the light reveals, that nothing has laws, and a boy on a pink bike must learn, above all else, the law of gravity.”
Ocean Vuong, On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous

F. Scott Fitzgerald
“Her bedroom had seemed so pink and young and delicate, appropriate to her pastel-shaded lingerie tossed here and there on chair and bed.”
F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Beautiful and Damned
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Eleyne-Mari Sharp
“There is no energy greater than the power of Love. Once I finally embraced this concept, I realized that the path to Ascension always begins with the heart, and the color Pink.”
Eleyne-Mari Sharp, Mad About Hue: A Memoir in Living Color

I just let the apples soak up the roses' scent."
"You what?!"

"This takes a teeny little while to do, but... first, you take the petals off the damask's and wash them gently. When you've washed a whole big fluffy pile of petals... you dump them all into a big pot of water! Let that boil down, and you get a sweet, pink rose syrup!
While that was reducing, I lightly heated thin apple slices in an extract I made from boiled apple peels. Then I poured the rose syrup over them and let them soak for 30 minutes. That way the delicate pink color and sweet scent of the roses gently seeped into the apples.
Just boiling the lot of them together into a mush like a barbarian is hardly royal, you know.
An elegant and relaxing bath in rose-scented water. That is much more fitting for the Queen of Roses. If I had to give a name to perfect my new dessert, I'd call it...
The Queen's Apple Tart!

Yuto Tsukuda, 食戟のソーマ 28 [Shokugeki no Souma 28]

Vinita Kinra
“Jaipur is a blushing bride draped in pink, dancing in our dreams while the peacocks sing.”
Vinita Kinra

Aspen Matis
“The block of sky in our twin high windows became a nectarine, amber and rose pink, and we lay in silence as white sunlight broke.”
Aspen Matis, Your Blue Is Not My Blue: A Missing Person Memoir

Sarah Jio
“You must tune everything else out and create from your heart."
I nod, dipping my brush in red acrylic, then white, before mixing the paints on the palette until they form a perfect pink.
I paint a peony, and then another. I somehow recall a garden, far away from here, where there were (are?) peonies. I remember the way the blossoms are so heavy that they flounce over, and I reach for another brush and dip it into green to get the stems just right.”
Sarah Jio, All the Flowers in Paris

Anya Seton
“She compromised by stuffing all the shining mass loosely into a pink chenille net. The net matched her foaming mousseline gown, also the color of a pink seashell. Like all fashionably dressed women with unlimited means, Miranda had a special gown for every imaginable function. A walking costume could hardly be worn for midday dinner, still less for tea. A morning négligée, no matter how elaborately be-flounced and beribboned, might never appear after noon even in the privacy of the bedroom. This shell-pink gown had been contrived by the knowing modiste for one purpose only- the gratification of a husband's eye at just such an intimate supper party as Miranda was planning. Its graceful skirt belled but slightly over a petticoat stiffened with horsehair, the tight bodice was cut very low into a heart shape to show the swell of the white breasts. The only trimming were tiny rose velvet bows sewn at random with a careless gaiety as though a swarm of rosy bees had settled on a pink cloud.”
Anya Seton, Dragonwyck

“Because this tea kaiseki would be served so soon after breakfast, it would be considerably smaller than a traditional one. As a result, Stephen had decided to serve each mini tea kaiseki in a round stacking bento box, which looked like two miso soup bowls whose rims had been glued together. After lifting off the top dome-shaped cover the women would behold a little round tray sporting a tangle of raw squid strips and blanched scallions bound in a tahini-miso sauce pepped up with mustard. Underneath this seafood "salad" they would find a slightly deeper "tray" packed with pearly white rice garnished with a pink salted cherry blossom. Finally, under the rice would be their soup bowl containing the wanmori, the apex of the tea kaiseki. Inside the dashi base we had placed a large ball of fu (wheat gluten) shaped and colored to resemble a peach. Spongy and soft, it had a savory center of ground duck and sweet lily bulb. A cluster of fresh spinach leaves, to symbolize the budding of spring, accented the "peach," along with a shiitake mushroom cap simmered in mirin, sake, and soy.
When the women had finished their meals, we served them tiny pink azuki bean paste sweets. David whipped them a bowl of thick green tea. For the dry sweets eaten before his thin tea, we served them flower-shaped refined sugar candies tinted pink.
After all the women had left, Stephen, his helper, Mark, and I sat down to enjoy our own "Girl's Day" meal. And even though I was sitting in the corner of Stephen's dish-strewn kitchen in my T-shirt and rumpled khakis, that soft peach dumpling really did taste feminine and delicate.”
Victoria Abbott Riccardi, Untangling My Chopsticks: A Culinary Sojourn in Kyoto

Lisa Kleypas
“Tom stopped in his tracks as he saw Cassandra approaching from the opposite end of the hallway. She was unspeakably pretty in a pink velvet dress with pulled-back skirts that followed the shape of her waist and hips. The front hem kicked up in a froth of of white silk ruffles with every footstep. His mouth went dry with excitement. His heart writhed and struggled like some live thing he'd just trapped inside a dresser drawer.”
Lisa Kleypas, Chasing Cassandra

Lisa Kleypas
“Only a small part of Tom's brain functioned normally. The rest of it was busy gathering details: the whiff of perfumed dusting powder, the intense blueness of her eyes. He'd never seen a complexion like hers, fresh and faintly opalescent, like milk glass with pink light shining through it. Was her skin like that all over? He thought of the limbs and curves beneath the ruffles of her dress, and he was suffused with a sensation that recalled the way icy water could sometimes feel hot, or a burn could feel like a chill.”
Lisa Kleypas, Chasing Cassandra

Bat Maxwell
“Her powder pink panties, which mate the discarded brazier, had the soaked path of Lizy’s excitement and lustful flow...”
Bat Maxwell, The Color of Honey

“Mina let Valerie envelop her in silk and perfume. The smell was so pungent Mina could see it: a sunset of whipped egg-white clouds, a field of foxgloves, pink on pink on pink on pink.”
Victoria Hannan, Kokomo

Kelly Barnhill
“...And a tree stump became a very large, very pink, very perplexed looking g bird, who sat sprawled on the ground, wings akimbo, as if shocked by its own existence.
Which, Xan reasoned, the poor thing probably was”
Kelly Barnhill, The Girl Who Drank the Moon

Liz Braswell
“Each sign was stamped with the rabbit symbol, hastily and sloppily, so white ink ran down and mixed with the red paint on the wood. It made a rather pretty shade of pink, if you didn't pay attention to the meaning.”
Liz Braswell, Unbirthday

Stacey Ballis
“RJ is standing there, and in his arms is a wriggling French bulldog puppy of the most inexplicable color, almost pale honeyed yellow tinged with a sort of peachy pink.
"Oh my goodness! Who are you?"
RJ hands me the pup, who immediately starts licking all over my face and biting my ponytail. Dumpling tries to stand on his one leg to see what is going on, and falls over at my feet. RJ scoops him up and puts him face-to-face with the puppy.
"Dumpling, there is someone we want you to meet. We thought you might want a little sister."
Dumpling looks at the puppy, who leans forward and licks his face. Dumpling licks back. The puppy sniffs his ear and then with one move, snatches the eye patch right off his head and starts to chew it. Dumpling looks at me with his one good eye, head cocked as if to say, "We're going to have our hands full with this one," and then turns and licks RJ under his chin.
"I can't believe you did this! You are so sneaky."
"Well, we did talk about wanting to do it, and a guy at work breeds them for showing, but this one is off the allowable color charts."
"She does have a certain, um... Well, she's kind of, um..."
"Pink? Yeah. Some weird anomaly, and apparently, not good for the show circuit."
"But good for us."
"That's what I thought."
"What should we call her?"
RJ smiles. "I was thinking Pamplemousse."
"Of course. What else could she be?”
Stacey Ballis, Off the Menu

Jean-Luke Swanepoel
“Gerty crushed what remained of her cigarette beneath her foot, melting the no-longer-pink plastic on the sole of the no-longer-pink slipper, and embraced the girl for a moment. She would know that it was time for new slippers when someday a cigarette burned right through.”
Jean-Luke Swanepoel, The Thing About Alice

“Pink is just fancy red.”
Daphne

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